inherently different

I have been a Charger fan for a long time. Longer in fact than I care to admit. It is weekends like this that form the most mind numbingly painful memories in my 43 years. Just once I want to be able to see my home town team win the big one… alas, it will not be this year… yet again.

At some point I am going to have to come to a decision about whether or not I should part ways with my favorite team. For many of you, at least those who have never had a lifelong (or nearly so) love affair with a sports team, the idea of “breaking up” with a team might seem a bit odd or even using the analogy at all might seem odd.

Either way though, like a slutty girlfriend that is both hot and indiscriminate about her dalliances, at some point you just have to say, “You’ve broken my heart for the last time!”

Perhaps you’ll never date another again (in case you’re lost in the analogy, I mean root for another team ever again)… or perhaps you’ll rebound with the first one that comes along (root for the first team that wins consistently… which would mean I could be like any New England Patriot fan). Or perhaps you’ll switch “sides” all together and begin following professional badmitton (do I really need to explain that one?).

All I know is that for roughly 40 years of my life, I’ve been consistently kicked in the crotch by the San Diego Chargers and I’m one torn pair of panties away from ending this relationship for good… or at least until I get a promise that it will never happen again.